Gratias Tibi

Thank you for those who stuck through for the whole 3 years. If you’re reading this you are one of the very few people who made it to the very end! Congrats! And don’t worry this is THE END, if themes resurface in some far off universe then you can look back at this story and thank it for the inspiration but the story of Mors Novum is finally at peace, just as Jon, Syndicate, and Umbra Inanis finally are. They all fought hard to get to this place, their resting place. I left things unexplained for a reason, I want the world to be mysterious and left open to theories by those who made it here. I left Gardener’s fate open because he wasn’t a part of Jon, maybe Gardener will live the Cycle as Jon did? The Fracture was never closed, it could very well plague other worlds someday. Why didn’t we see Syndicate die? I will actually explain this. Syndicate and Jon finally fought in earlier chapters. I skipped over such a large gap on purpose. Syndie meets his fate at Jon’s hands but lives as a


My eyes part slowly, my head is throbbing, and my limbs hurt. All around me is an endless, infinite void… yet it isn’t “the void” I came to hate with all my being. This realm was filled with calm and serenity, a sense of something I hadn’t felt in years… “home”. Distant laughter could be heard as I floated aimlessly through the space around me, dragged along by some invisible force. Colors stained the darkness around me, flashes and strings of every color imaginable, lightning striking some distant point off in the horizon. Slowly I came to a halt as my feet landed on an invisible surface, which brought yet another sensation to me. A jolting pain struck my body as I collapsed grasping my side, realizing that I was bleeding. The pain was one of the few things worth feeling anymore, and even that was questionable as no amount of pain had ever brought me close to death. Vision blurred I stumbled up to my feet huffing lightly as I looked forward seeing a distant light shining brightly. 

The Gardener (IV)

Understanding everything that led up to this, that one unfortunate day in the year 2084 that started this entire nightmare. It’s crazy to think one mistake led to an eons long battle for control of a single life, a single person's soul. The Void was found by mistake, by me, Alexi Mattersol lead scientist and captain of the FSS Rising Phoenix, an American Federation research vessel in orbit around the dying globe we call home. I graduated from MIT with more than one degree in more than one experimental field, and in 2078 I joined the Federation Armed Forces. The Sino-American War has been raging since 2075, and cost my family their lives when the Bombardment of California began. I joined to help advance experimental Federation weapons. In 2082 the Berlin Ceasefire was agreed to, and well frankly my divisions research became useless. There was an understanding that underlying dimensions were now out of grasp, but we never got to the point where we could open rifts. April 22nd, 2

Acta Mea (Vol. I)

Acta Mea  Risen like the phoenix,  from the ashes of the fire, You will never win, it isn’t your destiny. I stand on the ethereal planes of the universe, the floor rippling as I step forward, blood dripping from my cold, naked body. I look up, glaring at the vast open stars, a collage of colors and beauty like I have never seen before. I fall to my knees, a gentle breeze passing over me filling me with a warm sense of joy, an emotion that I haven’t felt in ages. Above me stands a pure being, a g od . With a hand extended out to me, He smiles endearingly and I wonder, what is… this? As I take His hand I am overcome with comfort, love, and care . I started crying and the being looked back at me picking me up by the waist placing me on His shoulder and laughing kindly before speaking, with a voice so full, commanding, all the while being sweet as sweet could be. “Child, do not fret. Do not cry, you no longer dream of endless pains and death. You served a life long enough,

Novum Syndicate (III)

The smooth flowy sounds of jazz filled the evening air as I walked along the sidewalk on the Boulevard des Invalides, tucking my coat close to me to ward off the harsh winter breeze. I had stopped counting how many days I had spent in this paradise, mostly because I had forgotten about what came before. That suffering was enough to drive any man even beyond insanity, you couldn’t blame me for pretending this was my life now. I walked into a cafe and up to the counter ordering a latte, warm and preferably with two shots of coffee, before sitting myself down by the window. The timid glitter of streets lamps plastered against the window, a soft, subtle glow lighting the cozy environment. I received my coffee and took to the streets once more, coat and coffee in hand to ward off the cold weather in my path. I took pleasure in my evening and night time walks, they were rather calming and as someone who never slept well, that was a miracle.  My walk through the cal